Man, what a day! I woke up in Selfoss, and let me tell ya, it was one of those mornings where you just know somethin's gonna go down. I mean, I live for fishing, but today? Today was a whole different ball game.
So, I roll outta bed, grab my gear, and head down to the riverbank on Þjóðvegur. The sun's barely up, and the water's glistening like it’s tryin’ to show off. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” But first, coffee. Gotta fuel up, right? I swing by the local café, Kaffi Selfoss. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, strong, and a pastry that’s probably gonna ruin my diet. But who cares? Life’s too short!
After my caffeine fix, I hit the river. The banks are packed with folks, all tryin’ to snag a fish. I set up my rod, and boom! First cast, and I’m feelin’ lucky. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, trippin’ over my line. I’m like, “Dude, what the heck?!” He just laughs and keeps runnin’. I mean, come on! I’m tryin’ to fish here, not babysit!
Anyway, I finally get back to it. I’m in my zone, right? Then, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, a bunch of tourists are tryin’ to take selfies with the river in the background. They’re blocking my spot! I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t a photo op, it’s a fishing spot!” But they just smile and wave. Ugh, tourists, am I right?
After a while, I finally hook a fish! It’s a beauty, too. I’m all pumped, ready to show it off. But just as I’m about to reel it in, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Jón. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market on Aðalstræti!” I’m thinkin’, “Really? I’m kinda busy here!” But then he mentions fresh fish tacos. I’m sold. I let the fish go—sorry, buddy!—and head over.
The market’s buzzing. I swear, it’s like a scene from a movie. Fresh produce everywhere, people chattin’, and the smell of food wafting through the air. I grab a taco, and man, it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven! But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a fish. Like, dude, it’s not a car! Just pay the price!
After stuffing my face, I decide to stroll around. I hit up the local shops on Hringbraut. There’s this quirky little place that sells all sorts of fishing gear. I’m browsing, and I spot this ridiculous hat. It’s bright orange with a giant fish on it. I can’t resist. I buy it, and now I’m the proud owner of the most absurd fishing hat in Selfoss. I’m rockin’ it, though!
As the day winds down, I head back to the river. The sunset is insane, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I sit there, just chillin’, thinkin’ about how crazy today was. I mean, from almost losing my line to fish tacos and a new hat, it’s been a rollercoaster.
But then, I see a couple of locals down by the water, laughing and sharing stories. It hits me—this is what it’s all about. The community, the laughter, the unexpected moments. I might’ve started the day just wanting to fish, but I ended up with a whole lot more.
So, yeah, Selfoss, you’ve got my heart. Even with the chaos, the tourists, and the random kid trippin’ over my line, I wouldn’t trade this day for anything. Here’s to more wild adventures and maybe a few less tripping kids!